K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Han skz - stomach bug

So double update today, I just noticed I told two people I was doing there requests for today, funny thing I managed to do the same for the 31st and the 1st. So lucky you and poor me😭😂.
@StrangeAuthor123 here's your request. Hope you like it.
1000 words.

The morning started off as a disaster. Jisung had barely slept, thanks to an uneasy stomach that had him making frequent trips to the bathroom. He had no idea what had betrayed him—the late-night convenience store ramen or the sketchy street food he swore looked safe at the time. Whatever it was, he was paying for it now.

"Jisung, you good?" Chan's voice cut through the fog in his brain as he leaned against the bathroom door, forehead resting on the cool wood.

"Yeah," Jisung groaned, though his pale face and the sweat beading on his forehead screamed otherwise.

The group had a flight to catch, and they were already behind schedule. A flight meant an airport, a crowded car ride, security lines, fans, and cameras. The thought alone made Jisung want to curl into himself and disappear. Unfortunately, there was no time for that.

"You can sleep on the plane, dude," Changbin tried to encourage as they finally got Jisung out of the dorm and into the van.

The drive to the airport was nothing short of hell. Jisung sat hunched over between Chan and Felix, his arms clutching his stomach like his sheer willpower could stop it from rebelling. The bumps in the road, the sharp turns, the stop-and-go of city traffic—it all made him want to die on the spot.

"Breathe, Ji," Felix murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Jisung appreciated it, but right now, he could barely focus on anything other than not throwing up in the car.

By the time they pulled up at the airport, Jisung's face was a shade of green that had Hyunjin backing away dramatically. "Oh, dude, if you puke on me, we're gonna have problems."

"Leave him alone," Seungmin scolded. "He looks miserable enough."

Jisung managed a weak glare before another wave of nausea crashed into him. The only thing worse than the ride was the absolute chaos waiting for them outside the van. Security guards were already in position, their team ready to guide them through the packed airport, but nothing could prepare him for the sheer sensory overload.

Fans screamed their names, flashing lights popped in every direction, and people shoved to get closer. The heat, the movement, the noise—it was all too much. He staggered, only to have Chan grip his arm and keep him steady.

"Almost there," Chan assured him, guiding him forward as the team closed ranks around them.

The walk through the terminal was a blur. He felt himself being pulled, pushed, directed, and handled like luggage rather than a person. A few times, he thought he was actually going to pass out, but somehow, he made it to their gate without incident. Barely.

Once they were settled, Jisung sank into one of the waiting area chairs, head falling against the backrest with a groan. "I'm dying."

"You're not dying," Minho said, sitting next to him. "You just made poor life choices."

Jisung groaned again, this time more dramatically.

Luckily, their flight was boarding soon. The moment they were called, the members helped him up and practically carried him onto the plane. Jisung had never been more relieved to sit down in his life. The window seat was his saving grace—a corner to tuck into, a place to suffer in relative peace. Chan sat beside him, taking one look at his exhausted, miserable state before nudging him.

"Recline your seat, sleep it off. You'll feel better when we land."

Jisung barely needed the encouragement. As soon as the plane took off, he pulled the blanket over his head and curled into himself, hoping that unconsciousness would take him away from his misery.

For a while, it worked. The hum of the plane, the cool air, and the darkness under his blanket were comforting. But turbulence had other plans.

The first jolt was minor, barely registering through his exhaustion. The second had his stomach doing flips for all the wrong reasons. By the time the seatbelt sign flashed on and the pilot announced a rough patch ahead, Jisung was already clutching the armrest like it was his lifeline.

"Oh, this is bad," he mumbled, barely audible.

Chan, sensing the shift, placed a hand on his arm. "Deep breaths, okay? You got this."

Jisung did not, in fact, got this. His stomach rolled in protest as the plane rocked again, and he felt his throat tighten in warning.

"Bag. Now."

Chan moved fast, grabbing the air sickness bag just in time for Jisung to hurl into it. The noise had Hyunjin and Changbin grimacing from the row behind them, while Seungmin turned away with a muttered, "Disgusting."

"It's not like I wanted to do this!" Jisung snapped, though his voice was weak.

Chan sighed, rubbing his back gently. "You done?"

Jisung took a shaky breath, then groaned. "I don't know."

"Drink some water," Felix said from across the aisle, passing over a bottle.

Jisung took a tiny sip, wincing. His body was exhausted, his stomach in shambles, but at least the worst seemed to be over. He leaned back, eyes fluttering closed.

"Wake me up when we land," he mumbled.

"Sure thing, buddy," Chan said with a chuckle, adjusting the blanket over him.

Jisung had never been so grateful to have his members around him. The flight had been rough, the day even worse, but at least he wasn't alone in his misery. And at least, when he finally fell asleep, he knew they'd be there to wake him up when it was over.

Thanks for reading. If you have any story in mind don't hesitate, I take requests.